Grey clouds clump
vying for space
until they merge
a day that lacks
yellow and blue
has been set.
Grey road and
grey foot path are
a matching pair
as cars drive past
they also align
with this solemn hue.
A grey sedan day,
bereft of colour
cannot last.
The girl waits,
dreaming of spring
and pink blossoms...
Merril at dverse poets, has set us a challenge to write a triversen poem using 3 line stanzas [tercets] where each tercet is a sentence. They are broken by breaths, the accents and rhythms of normal speech - 2 to 4 beats per line and are not rhymed. Six stanzas/18 lines are suggested. Here is the link: Triversen Poems
What an interesting, monochrome view from a window, Carol, a solemn hue indeed, until it transforms at the end, with the girl dreaming of pink blossoms. I love the phrase ‘a grey sedan day’.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim. I don't know where the phrase 'a grey sedan day' came from but it's a phrase we use quite often when the day proves to be grey and overcast.
DeleteYes! A lovely and colourful denouement to flush away the grey, Carol...
ReplyDeleteThank you! :D
DeleteBeautiful imagery, Carol--so evocative. This is how I feel during grey winter days, just waiting for those pink blossoms.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Merril and thanks for the prompt! The other night hubby and I were watching a Quiz show on TV. One of the questions was about tercets. Hubby thought I would know but I hadn't heard the word before. Then came your prompt! Very timely. :D
DeleteThis paints a picture and tone of those bleak days of no color at all besides shades of gray. May the girl's dreams blossom.
ReplyDeleteThank you! After winter I long for the first signs of spring, especially the blossoms.
DeleteI can relate so completely to this poem. I love spring 🌸💓 Robbie
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Robbie! Glad you enjoyed it. :D
Deletecool! 🙂 ✌🏼🫶🏼
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rob!
DeleteI love all the merging in your poem, Carol. The blending of things together.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Melissa! :D
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